you don't really love that guy you make it with, now do you?

from the start i possessed dual superpowers: invisibility and storytelling. you think a child cannot be born into this world with such nonesense as powers? perhaps. maybe this is the way i viewed things through my own complex kaleidoscope lens; or perhaps my very own version of survival. but, these were the things that screamed just underneath my skin. it gave me an internal instinct, though, and a strength that i could not see anyone around me possess. it made me heartbroken, as well.

but, if you read the stories carefully, and pay close attention, aren't all superheroes tragic figures?